X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Good friends and absent lovers. ( Chapter 9 )

Authors Note/Disclaimer:

 

I do not own XMen Evolution, its characters, or the universe they live in. I intend no disrespect or copyright infringement. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended only for entertainment purposes. I make no money from this work.

 

Warnings: Some profanity. More Toad sex that might squick some readers -- if you can't take m/m/f sex -- don't read it! I think it's hot -- but I'm just some horny chick with a computer and an internet connection.

 

Read on, yo!

 

Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.

 

<b>Chapter Nine: Good friends and absent lovers. </b>

 

Two days…she'd been gone two days. And it seemed like forever. Todd moved through the day like a zombie, barely eating or sleeping. Yesterday, Lance had pulled him aside, tried to talk to him, but it had hardly made any sense at all. The only part that really registered was that she didn't want him to come for her.

 

“Hey man. We need to talk.” Lance had grabbed him first thing in the morning.

 

“What?” Todd scrubbed his bloodshot eyes. He hadn't slept much. And what little sleep he'd gotten was filled with nightmares.

 

“Marissa wanted me to talk to you if this happened.”

 

“You knew this was gonna happen and you didn't tell me? What the fuck, yo!”

 

“It's not like that. Marissa and I sat down and went through all the possibilities we could think of. Tried to come up with some sort of plan.”

 

“Why did she go to you and not me?” Todd's tone hovered between anger and pain. Why would she go to Lance first?

 

“She didn't want you to worry about stuff that might not go down.”

 

“Yeah well, it did go down.”

 

“O.K. Well, she doesn't want you trying to run off by yourself to rescue her. She's more afraid of you running off to get yourself killed than anything Magneto might do to her.”

 

“Fuck that, yo!”

 

“Seriously. She's gonna try to call us regularly. If…and I mean if…we don't hear from her for a full month, then we're supposed to go to the Institute and get them to help rescue her.”

 

“Them…”

 

“Yeah. We can't go head to head with Magneto and his Acolytes and win. Not by ourselves. It would be a massacre. But that's a last resort, got it?” Lance looked him directly in the eye.

 

“What are we supposed to do then? Wait for Magneto to bring her back? What kind of plan is that?”

 

“The one that keeps all of us alive and kicking. Marissa's going to do her best to stay on the big guy's good side, make herself useful. Like she does here. Until she can give him a good reason to send her home.”

 

“What about what Magneto said about giving her to one of them? What about that, Lance? Sonovabitch! She's my girl!”

 

“Marissa can take care of herself, man. She's done it before. It's not like she volunteered to go or anything. She'll do what she's got to do. Just try not to make her feel guilty.”

 

“What if they hurt her? What if they screw with her head? What if she doesn't want to come back? Don't you care?”

 

“Yeah. I care. If Magneto wanted her dead, she'd be dead already. If they screw with her head, we'll get the Professor to fix it. And she wants to come back - if she says she doesn't -- we'll know they screwed with her head.”

 

“This plan sucks.”

 

“You got a better one?”

 

“No.”

 

“Fine. Other than that…we do what the boss wants us to do. Pietro says he wants us to find that Salvador guy and get rid of him. And he wants Wanda and Pietro in school - like yesterday. I'm supposed to take Wanda and get her registered today.”

 

“This plan sucks.”

 

“You already said that.”

 

 

Wanda had tried to reassure him. She was sure her “Daddy” wouldn't hurt Marissa. That he just wanted to protect her until Salvador was caught. Todd couldn't stand to listen to it. Wanda was living proof of how far Magneto would go to get his way. Thinking about it made his skin crawl. When she offered to let him spend the night with her, it was too much. He locked himself in his room and tried to sleep.

 

It was nearly ten at night on the second day when the phone rang. Fred picked it up as everyone else was more or less watching TV. All eyes turned to him as he answered it.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hi Fred. It's me, Marissa.” Fred waved excitedly to the others.

 

“Marissa! How are you? Are you OK?” Todd leaped over the couch and hovered beneath Fred's bulk ready to snatch the phone away.

 

“I'm OK. Can I talk to Todd?”

 

“OK. Here he is.” Fred passed the phone to Todd and stood close by. Pietro muted the television and Lance moved closer.

 

“Marissa?” Todd's voice cracked with anxiety. “Hey babe, are you all right?”

 

“Yeah. I'm OK. Kinda freaked out. But OK.” Marissa's voice sounded a little shaky. “Did Lance talk to you?”

 

“Yeah…I think it sucks.”

 

“Look, this call isn't exactly private…I can't say everything I'd like to say right now.”

 

“It still sucks, yo!”

 

“I know…I just…I really miss you. And I wanted to make sure you're OK.”

 

“I'm OK. Did…Is Magneto really gonna give you to one of those assholes?”

 

“That's still kind of up in the air I think. Right now, I'm supposed to learn some self defense and maybe some other stuff. I don't think I'll be coming home real soon.”

 

“Shit.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“You want us to come after you? We will…”

 

“No. I don't want anybody to do anything stupid. Listen to Lance, all right?”

 

“I'm not some stupid kid.”

 

“No. Of course not. You're my guy.” He could hear voices in the background, all male. “I have to go now. I'm sorry. I'll call again as soon as I can.” The line went dead.

 

“Marissa?” Todd looked at the phone in his hand. “Shit!”

 

 

Marissa reluctantly handed the cell back to Magneto and allowed herself to be herded back to her quarters by Gambit and Colossus. Colossus carried a covered storage carton and deposited on the desk before leaving silently. Gambit waited a moment longer.

 

“We will have your first lesson after breakfast. You should get some sleep.” He lifted the lid off of the carton and peered inside curiously. Then he turned on his heel and left, locking the door behind him.

 

Marissa sat on the bed in a funk for several long moments. Todd hadn't sounded OK at all. Hearing his voice hadn't really helped anything. Why had she thought it would? Stupid, stupid…she'd just felt so scared…she wanted something to hold onto. But he was just as scared. And pissed. If she ever managed to go back, would it ever be the same again?

 

She shoved those thoughts inside and rose to investigate the carton. Inside was a jumble of things. Her things. Things she hadn't seen for over a year. A couple of books. Some of her favorite t-shirts. Her diploma. Her report cards. Some of her old notebooks and school papers. The ratty old stuffed dog, threadbare and stained named Oliver. One of of her foster mothers had given it to her long ago. The kind one that had dressed her up and taken her to church. A coffee can full of barrettes and colorful scrunchies. An old journal where she had written down all her thoughts and fears … in code lest Salvador find it and use it against her.

 

A whole sad life stuffed in a box. She pulled the things out and scattered them around the room, trying to make it look less empty. It didn't take long, it wasn't much. She left the empty carton beside the door. She changed out of the borrowed dress and slipped into one of her old t-shirts, ignoring the dust on it. She turned out the lights and curled up on the bed, tucking Oliver under her chin. And cried. She cried until her eyes felt dry and scratchy and poor Oliver was soaked with tears. Then she lay looking at the ceiling until sleep finally took over.

 

 

After Todd hung up the phone, he repeated the conversation twice before he lost his temper. Only Fred's heavy hand kept him from stomping up to his room and locking the door. This was fucking crazy. They should be out there, looking for her. Not sitting around waiting. Not running around doing what Magneto wanted like good little children!

 

Pietro looked green and mumbled something apologetic before going upstairs and locking his door. Fred just looked anxious and wrung his hands. Wanda and Lance looked concerned and moved to close in on him as he started again to storm up the stairs.

 

“Todd…Wait!” Wanda moved to put herself between him and the staircase. “Please don't shut us out.”

 

“Come on, man. We miss her too. Let's go talk.” Lance put a hand on his shoulder and he shrugged it off angrily.

 

“You got no fucking idea, yo!”

 

“Let's go upstairs and talk. Please.” Wands tugged at his arm and before he knew it he was walking upstairs between them, each with a hand on his arm. Behind them, Fred sat down on the couch and began eating from a large bowl of popcorn, watching the movie with the sound still muted.

 

Wanda led him into her bedroom and Lance followed, locking the door behind them. She pushed Todd down on the bed and sat down close beside him. Lance sat down on his other side. Wanda pulled Todd's hands into her lap and turned them over to stroke her black painted nails across the palms.

 

“You know. I remember what you did for me… You thought I needed to be rescued and you did it. You rescued me.” Wanda studied his face and he found himself fascinated with her lips as she spoke. “I know you want to do the same thing for Marissa. But things are different this time. Marissa wants us to wait and see what my father wants. She doesn't want this to turn into a big battle where people get hurt.”

 

“Marissa asked us to do something else too. If this happened.” Todd started as he felt Lance's hand rest briefly on his shoulder, then move clasp the back of his neck.

 

“She doesn't want you to be lonely.” Wanda pulled one of his palms to her lips and kissed it. Lance's hand kneaded the back of his neck slowly.

 

“She wanted us to take care of you…while she's gone.” Lance spoke quietly in his ear. Todd licked his lips nervously.

 

“I…uh…I'm not…gay, yo!”

 

“I'm not either…but we're friends. I'll leave if you want.” Lance backed away a little, but his hand stayed where it was.

 

“It's OK, Todd.” Wanda put his palm against her face and rubbed her cheek on it. Todd swallowed as he tried to process what was going on. Marissa had *asked* them to do this?

 

“No…I uh…guess…you can stay…don't seem right to kick you out of your girl's bed.” Todd fumbled with the unfamiliar thought. He'd never thought of Lance that way…not really

 

“Good. Just relax then.” Wanda pulled him backwards onto the bed. She straddled his hips and began to pull off her clothes slowly so that he hardly noticed Lance moving to pull off his shoes and socks. When Wanda began to tug at his shirt, he took the hint and soon they were all three naked, lying together on the bed, with Todd in the middle.

 

Wanda didn't give him much time to think as she swarmed into his arms, lips pressed to his and hands roaming across his chest and stomach, stroking and teasing. He was vaguely aware of Lance's presence beside him as a second set of hands began to cautiously move across his back and shoulders. Wanda startled them both as she reached and grabbed Lance's hand and placed it on Todd's thigh. Todd could feel Lance tense beside him.

 

“Come on. You're not going to be shy are you?” Wanda kept her hand on Lance's, not letting him move it.

 

“You don't have to do that, man.” Todd turned his head to look at Lance. Lance looked nervous for once.

 

“Just moving a little fast for me. We haven't done this, Wanda.” Wanda looked at him for a long moment, her lip between her teeth.

 

“All right. You watch and jump in where you feel like it.” Wanda pulled Todd's face to hers for another kiss. Soon Todd was lost in the taste of her mouth and the feel of her skin under his hands. Lance's hand remained where Wanda had put it and began to knead the flesh slowly. Todd began to lose track of who's hands were where as Wanda threw her leg over his hip and pressed her wet heat against him.

 

Todd pressed closer to her, pulling her thigh higher, the head of his cock maddeningly close to her entrance. Wanda shifted slightly and nuzzled the side of his neck, then he felt her mouth biting and sucking. Behind him he could feel Lance's hands growing bolder and felt the other man's breath hot on the back of his neck. Then Lance was pressed up against him, reaching across him to pull Wanda closer, his cock a hard presence between them. The motion was enough to let Todd's cock slide home and Wanda moaned in his ear.

 

For a long moment they lay together, moving slightly against one another until they found a rhythm that worked. Todd gasped as he felt Lance's rough cheek rub against his shoulder, then a second set of teeth dug into his flesh. Wanda's pussy was hot and pulsing around him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her skin silky against his. Lance was warm and hard and it was his strength that pressed their bodies together and set the rhythm, slow and deliberate. Todd heard himself groaning.

 

Soon Todd was panting and moaning. He ached with the need for release, but he was forced to go at their pace and it left him breathless. Wanda clutched at him and moaned as she shuddered against him. He could feel her spasm around him and it was almost enough to make him come. But, not quite. He hissed in frustration. He began to sweat and the slimy stuff oozed between them, making their bodies slide over one another.

 

“Close?” Lance whispered in his ear.

 

“Yes…damn it…” Todd strained, his body grasping for completion. He pulled Wanda as close as he could. Lance shifted a little behind him, then they began to move again, Lance pulling Wanda's body hard against them. Wanda moaned open mouthed and Todd captured her lips, kissing her deeply. Lance was gasping and grunting behind him and Todd could feel the other man's cock slipping back and forth against his skin, his sweat lubricating them both.

 

“Faster…” Lance panted in his ear and their pace increased. Wanda cried out wordlessly as she came again, pussy clenching and pulsing around him. Lance kept pushing relentlessly and bit Todd's shoulder again, hard. Todd gave a surprised grunt that turned into a groan as he finally felt himself crashing over the edge. He came hard, his hips jerking and his breath sobbing. They lay panting for a long moment, bodies tangled together.

 

“That was…” Wanda started, then drifted off, unable to finish the thought.

 

“Insane, yo.” Todd looked at Wanda then shifted to look at Lance. Lance's eyes were dark and thoughtful and he stroked idly at the slimy sweat on his chest. Todd could still feel the other man's hard cock pressing against his hip. “You OK, Lance?”

 

“Yeah. That was different…this stuff…is…” Lance rubbed it between his fingers experimentally. “Hmmm…”

 

“Sorry…I get all slimy when I sweat.” Todd thought about it for a moment. He rubbed a hand across his chest and belly, gathering a handful of the slick stuff. “But it is good for something.”

 

He turned over towards Lance slowly. He reached deliberately to wrap his hand around Lance's cock, watching his friend's face. Lance closed his eyes as he gave a slow, experimental pump. The other man's dick was warm and hard in his hand.

 

“Fuck...Todd…” Lance hissed. Todd felt Wanda move beside him, sitting up to watch. Todd pumped a little faster and Lance's hips began to twitch in time with the motion. Lance opened his eyes and looked at them, licking his lips nervously.

 

“Chill…no point in getting shy now.” Todd hooked a leg over Lance's pinning him down. He slicked up his other hand and reached between their bodies, switching hands. He wiped his free hand on the bedspread before reaching behind Lance's head and pulling him close. Lance resisted for a brief moment before letting Todd kiss him. Then he groaned and opened his mouth, letting Todd explore with tongue and lips. Todd kept pumping slowly and Lance groaned into his mouth. His cheek was rough against Todd's and he reached to grip Todd's shoulders tightly, his grip tightening and loosening in time with Todd's stroking.

 

Wanda moved closer, her body pressing against Todd's, her hands stroking idly across his body and her breath warm on his shoulder. When he started to moved his leg to release Lance she whispered in his ear.

 

“Hold him tighter…He'll like it. Trust me.” Todd instead clamped his legs tighter, making it nearly impossible for Lance to move his hips. Todd buried his hand in Lance's hair and pulled it tight, taking control. Lance moaned and his whole body seemed to surrender. Todd pulled Lance's head back and brushed his lips against Lance's throat, feeling the roughness, so different from Marissa or Wanda. Remembering how Lance had bitten him, he decided to try it. As his teeth sank into Lance's neck, Lance stiffened, then shivered, groaning.

 

“Todd…faster…please…” Lance muttered, panting. Todd began to increase the pace slowly, feeling Lance straining, trying to buck his hips. Todd moved his mouth again for another kiss, rough and hard. Lance gave a surprised grunt and his grip on Todd's shoulders tightened. His dick jerked in Todd's hand, spurting semen all over them both. Todd continued to pump until it stopped jerking and when he released Lance, the other man collapsed back on the pillow with a groan and covered his face with his arm.

 

“Don't move.” Wanda rolled off the bed and snatched a towel from the floor and returned to mop sweat and cum off of their bodies. As Lance lay without speaking, Todd began to wonder if he'd gone too far.

 

“Hey Lance…you all right, yo?” Lance lay his arm down and raised his head to look at Todd.

 

“Yeah man. I'm cool…just catching my breath.” He sat up and smiled. “We should have tried this before.”

 

“See Lance…I told you.” Wanda smirked at him as she tossed the dirty towel aside and wriggled between the two men. “Next time I get to be in the middle.”

 

 

The next morning Marissa was jerked awake by the sound of the door closing. A tray of steaming food sat on her desk and something heavy lay across the foot of her bed. She was still clutching the battered Oliver and wondered who had been there and what he had thought of her. She sat up, setting the stuffed animal aside and looked at the garments laid across the bed. She picked them up one by one, curiously. They were heavy, made of some sort of stretchy fabric that was reinforced and padded. They were a uniform, matte black all over. It was something like Todd's uniform, but a little bulkier.

 

As she tugged on the clothing, something fell to the floor with a thump. Sitting up she dislodged a second object - its mate. It was a pair of heavy boots. To go with the what? Workout gear? Armor? She shrugged and clambered out of bed, shoving the suit aside.

 

After a quick trip to the bathroom she sat down to eat her breakfast. Not as good as Fred's cooking, but not bad either. She wondered idly who it was who cooked in this outfit. She hadn't seen anyone but Magneto and his men so far. Were there unseen servants somewhere or did one of *them* actually cook? She snorted at the image of Sabertooth in a frilly apron that popped into her head.

 

When she was done she tackled the suit. It took her a few moments to figure out how to get into the thing - it had no obvious fastenings, it just stretched, almost like rubber. But it breathed like cotton. It fit snugly and it felt a little strange. She pushed the tray aside and sat down to do something with her hair, digging in her hoard of scrunchies and barrettes to find a few that weren't brightly colored. She didn't want her hair flopping in her eyes if she was going to be learning how to fight.

 

She was bent over, tugging on the boots when the door opened. She looked up to see Gambit looming over her, looking at her critically. She straightened up and stamped her feet to settle the boots. Then she stood up, rubbing her palms over her thighs nervously.

 

“Is it supposed to fit like this?” She tugged at her shirt nervously.

 

He walked over and tugged the fabric of her shirt to settle it better over her shoulders, smoothing the wrinkles where it was binding. She could smell his cologne or aftershave - something a little spicy and wondered why he bothered. They were just going to get all sweaty right? He motioned for her to turn around, silently. She did so slowly.

 

“Fits like a glove.” He motioned for her to follow him into the hallway. “Come, petit.” Marissa followed him obediently, trying to anticipate what her day would bring.